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*Kids are skating in an empty pool. As the camera pans out we realize this is Walt's house. Abandoned, with a fence around it. Walt pulls up to the house and steps out of his car. He goes to the trunk and takes out a crowbar. He squeezes through the gate then uses the crowbar to open his front door. He walks into the house. "Heisenberg" is spray painted on the wall. Walt goes to the window and watches the kids skateboarding outside. He walks to his room. He takes out his keys and unscrews the outlet cover to remove the ricin.He looks at a broken mirror. Walt, back outside, puts the crowbar back in his trunk. Behind him his neighbor, Carol, stands stunned holding a bag of groceries

Hank steps out of the bathroom, a look of shock on his face. Outside, Walt, Junior, Marie, and Holly are all enjoying themselves with music playing. Hank walks down the hall, Walt's book in his hand. He puts the book in his purple bag. Hank observes everyone outside for a brief moment then opens the door

The garage door of the car wash goes up as all the workers are waiting outside. Walt steps outside

WALT: Hola, Mariano. Louise. Enrique, ooh, feliz cumpleaños, Enrique!

SKYLER: *to Walt* Hi.

WALT: *to Skyler* Hi...okay.

SKYLER: *to customer* Have a good day.

WALT: Air fresheners are high margin, right?

SKYLER: At thirty cents wholesale, yeah.

WALT: Right. So I'm thinking we reorganize the display. Separate the food scents from the nature scents, I mean, does bubble gum belong anywhere near ocean spray? No. And pine is still our biggest seller, right? So maybe we move that over to the cash register by the 5-hour Energy drink.

SKYLER: Sure, that's fine.

WALT: Yeah, yeah. *pulling Skyler to the side* Come here. Speaking of the business. The story comes first. The story is that we are car wash owners pure and simple. But, if our story is that the car wash is successful, what do successful car wash owners do? They buy more car washes. Listen, Skyler, we'll be laundering that money for years. Decades. Wouldn't two be better than one?

SKYLER: Well there's General Hands over by Kirkland, I do love that location. I'll think about it.

WALT: Yeah, right, right. To be continued.

SKYLER: *to Lydia* Good morning, welcome to A1.

LYDIA: Just the regular, please.

SKYLER: Well, we're having a special on hand wax. $21.99 if you're interested in getting rid of those water spots.

HANK: Bring 'em around to the garage, guys. *to Marie* I got it. Have a good day.

MARIE: You too...

SCOTT: Boss, Janice said to tell you a few of them might not have indexes. We could give you a hand sorting through 'em?

HANK: No I got it, thanks.

ARTIE: See you, boss.

HANK: Okay.

SCOTT: *as the garage door closes on them* Okay, uh...

Hank opens a box and begins doing research

INT - PINKMAN HOUSEHOLD

BADGER: Dude, you are tripping! I'm not dead. I'm on the starship enterprise macking on Yeoman Rand while the Andori with the disrupter's back on Talice 4 or whatever.

SKINNY PETE: What do you think all those sparkles and shit are? The transporters are breaking you apart man, down to your molecules and bones. They're making a copy. That dude who comes out on the other side? He's not you. He's a colored Xerox.

BADGER: So you're telling me every time Kirk went into the transporter he was killing himself? So over the whole series there was like 147 Kirks?

BADGER: Spock has total Vulcan control over his digestion! You wanna hear this or not?

SKINNY PETE: Yeah, yeah, go.

BADGER: Okay, finally, Kirk, he can't take it anymore. He yorks! Now it's just down to Chekov and Spock. But Chekov, you see. He's got a whole fat stack of quatloos riding on this. And he has figured out a way to win. He's got Scotty back in the transporter room locked in on Chekov's stomach. Every time Chekov eats a pie, Scotty beams it right out of him.

SAUL: Drew Sharp, that's the kid on TV, missing, uh...why would you? Scratch that, I don't know and I don't wanna know. The thing is, what those folks want is to know what happened to their boy. Sack full of cash on their doorstep, that's just gonna raise more questions. Kaylee Ehrmantraut, that's Mike's granddaughter? So this is Mike's money?

WALT Déjà vu, huh? Jesus. Alright, look. You wanna talk me through this? What you were thinking? What you asked Saul to do, I mean, come on! It's just nonsensical. *Walt picks up a red bong on Jesse's table* If you...do you have any explanation at all?

WALT: Good. Hey, how's your son doing, by the way? I was thinking about that.

SCOTT: Oh, it's back to 100%. He's goin' to district.

WALT: That's gotta be exciting. When is it, this Saturday?

SCOTT: This Saturday morning. I think the first pitch is at 10 A.M. so, uh...

WALT: I've gotta come, I'll be there. Should be a good crowd.

SCOTT: Yeah, yeah, it'll be fun. You gotta bring-

HANK: *to agents* Guys, you're still on the clock here, let's go!

WALT: Alright Artie, see you Scott. Be well.

Walt walks into the garage as the agents get in their car and leave

WALT: *to Hank* They're good guys, huh?

HANK: Yeah, they're good guys.

WALT: Well, it's good to see you up and about.

HANK: Yeah.

WALT: How you feeling?

HANK: Well, you know, been better, but...

WALT: Did you get to see a doctor? I mean, when one of these things lasts more than three days you really should get that checked.

HANK: Yeah, yeah, yeah, I did and I'm fine, I'm, uh, what they say on the upswing, you know.

WALT: Oh, good. Good to hear.

HANK: Yeah.

WALT: When I heard you weren't going into work, I…well, it looks like you've got the work coming to you. Perks of being the boss, huh?

HANK: Eh, you know. How's things at the car wash?

WALT: Good.

HANK: Yeah?

WALT: Really good. Hey, did you have any of that potato salad?

HANK: I don't know, maybe.

WALT: Yeah, I mean no one else got sick so I probably shouldn't worry about it. Well, Skyler will be very happy to hear you're feeling better. Which reminds me, I better get back to it. If there's anything I can do. Feel better.

WALT: Believe it or not I found this on my car. I mean, it looks just like the GPS tracker that we used on Gus Fring, doesn't it? Back when we were tracking him just the two of us. You wouldn't know anything about this, would you, Hank?

WALT: I'm sorry you feel that way. I want to beat this thing, I do. I'm back on chemo and I am fighting like hell. But the truth is, in six months you won't have someone to prosecute. But even if, somehow, you were able to convince anyone that I was capable of doing these things, you and I both know I would never see the inside of a jail cell. I'm a dying man who runs a car wash, my right hand to God that is all that I am. What's the point?

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